They were resting on the table in front of me. I couldn’t help it—my eyes flashed to her cleavage and back, the peachy texture burning an imprint into my mind. She was just smiling right at me and I didn’t know what to do. ‘Right, I want to see you in the conference room please. This stops here.’
She stopped smiling now; her eyes holding something like hate. I couldn’t understand it—why was she doing this to me? How could she hate me so much? I steeled myself ready for the conflict—what was I doing letting a twenty five year old clerk get to me? It was ridiculous.
I closed the door and went in hard: ‘Listen, Jennifer this has to stop this instant or I’m going to start disciplinary proceedings.’ I turned around and she was sat on the desk opposite, still giving me that stare. ‘What have I done to you?’ I said.
She didn’t speak but drew her legs open so I could see the white of her panties. My cock swelled and strained against its cotton cage. I closed my eyes, expecting to wake up, but when they opened she was there, breathing in my face. ‘What—what’s going on?’ I said.
‘It’s a fucking disciplinary,’ she whispered, and grabbed my cock through my pants. ‘We’re going to have to do something about this Blakey—it’s completely unacceptable.’ I could feel it pulsing against her grip as she examined it with her fingers.
‘Please…’ I groaned. I remembered where we were and looked over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. ‘Someone might come…’
‘Is that a promise?’ She crushed her lips against mine and I felt her hot tongue in my mouth. I pushed her away. ‘What the fuck are you doing!’ I said. ‘Do you know what’s at risk?’ I readjusted my pants and I could feel a wet patch where I’d leaked.
She noticed my cock was still hard and she pouted. ‘Are you going to give me a detention sir?’
‘You know I can’t give you a detention,’ I said, running my hands through my hair. ‘I think it’s best if we just keep quiet about what happened.’
‘You do?’ she said, fastening her blouse higher. ‘Well I don’t think I can—if I don’t get a detention that is.’
‘You wouldn’t do that.’
‘I probably wouldn’t, but then you don’t want to test me either, do you Blakey?’
‘And stop calling me that!’ I said, checking the window.
‘I know you’re staying back tonight, and I am as well.’
‘Right,’ I said, making sure the coast was clear, ‘well I don’t suppose I can stop you.’ I opened the door and left the room, afraid but strangely exhilarated.
‘Blakeeeeey,’ she said, in a playfully threatening tone.
I knew I should just walk away, but I was still hard, and the excitement of the potential danger drew me back in. She stepped up to me, pointing at her lips for a kiss. As I met her she pulled my hand against her crotch and whimpered into my mouth—I could feel the damp heat of her panties and my cock was aching for her. I pulled away and marched out of the room without a word.
As the afternoon went on I was struggling to focus. Jennifer was ignoring me, on purpose I thought. I hoped it was all part of the game, but every time I looked up she was laughing with the other boys on her table, as if it had never happened. It was driving me mad, and I couldn’t let myself believe that it might end. When five o’ clock came she left with the rest of the crowd. Everyone had gone and the office was silent.
‘Hey Blakey,’ she called.
I looked up and Jennifer was sat on the table opposite, sucking on a pen. ‘I thought you’d gone…’
‘What—when I had detention?’
I laughed and shook my head.
‘Don’t fucking laugh at me Blakey,’ she said, her face all serious with that stare.
My smile faded with her order, and I felt my sense of identity drain away.
She flicked through her phone and put some music on, and then climbed onto the table.
‘Jennifer—will you please… err… music isn’t…’
She pushed her tits together and bent forwards, like a goddess up high, displaying herself for worship. I felt myself go dizzy as the blood pumped from my heart to my beating cock. She twirled in time with the music and stroked the front of her tanned thighs, caressing herself and pulling her blouse open a bit more. It was pointless telling her anything; she was in control, and I knew I could only go along with it.
‘Show me that big hard cock Blakey—I know what you’ve got.’
I wanted to, but I was in the office, and I’d never done anything like this in my life, even when I was her age. I found myself shaking my head.
‘Don’t fucking disobey me!’ she growled, hair hanging over her face. I sat back into the chair as she jumped down and strutted towards me, tits jiggling with every step.
She grabbed my tie and lifted my chin up. ‘You will get that cock out Blakey—won’t you?’
I stared into the violence of her eyes, the feral lust convincing me that I’d never love again; that it didn’t even exist.
She slapped me across the face and my eyes stung with tears. ‘Don’t you ignore me,’ she said, her nose almost meeting mine. I tried to apologise but no sound came out. I realized I couldn’t breathe, and as I started to panic she released the tie and spun around, jutting her ass towards my face and gyrating to the beat. I moved forward and I thought I knew her scent. I raised the bottom of her skirt but she slapped my hand out of the way.
‘Do as you’re told first Blakey—you take something off, then I will.’
I started to unbutton my shirt and she smiled, her hair dancing around her shoulders. When she turned around she covered her tits as she tossed the blouse at me. She kneaded and tweaked them and I was mesmerized—I’d only seen things like this on TV; it wasn’t a part of my life. She knew it, and she guided my trance as they bounced and swayed, taking exotic forms between the persuasions of her arms. She loved the music, and the music became her movements, her sex. She was enjoying it, and as much as she was trying to hide it, I could see it in her eyes that she was growing desperate as well. She caught me rubbing myself through my pants and she shook her head, ‘What a naughty boy you are Blakey!’
I didn’t care anymore—she could say and do what she liked, so I would as well. I unzipped my flies and she ground to a halt as she waited for it to appear.
‘Fucking hell Blake—where did you get that?’ She moved closer to examine it as waved it at her, wielding it with menace. ‘You’ve got a weapon there Blake…’ she said, nervously inspecting its bulbous head. As if suddenly remembering her role, she dropped down with the music again, pointing her stilettos at my cock and opening her legs wide, showing me the transparent wetness of her panties. Rising up, she shimmied out of her skirt, letting it fall to a heap at her feet. I nodded in appreciation as she strutted towards me with her thumbs down the sides of her panties, making a show of loosening them and stretching them out to the sides.
‘Take them down for me Blakey,’ she said, turning around and bending over, sticking her firm ass in my face. ‘With your teeth.’
I kissed the soft skin of her ass cheek and reached for the top of her G string, tugging it like a dog with a rag, gradually exposing the pink of her shimmering lips.
She turned around and pulled my head to her crotch, ‘This side now,’ she said.
I could smell her heat and I licked the front of her panties, inhaling her sweetness.
She yanked me up by my hair. ‘Too slow,’ she said, slapping my face.
I watched her step out of her panties and climb over me, panting as she straddled my lap. Her tits caressed my cheeks as I snuggled into them, seeking out the puckered nipples like a hungry dependant. I felt her aiming my cock into her pussy, and I gasped around her nipple as the head entered her alien wetness. She reared back and moaned—I couldn’t tell if she was enjoying it or was in pain, and I flexed it inside, watching her reaction.
‘Wait!’ she ordered. ‘We’ll have to start slow.’ She gradually worked herself down my length, s
topping every now and again for her pussy to re adjust. It was so hot in there, and the pressure felt like something might burst. Eventually, when she she got it down as far as she could go, she lifted up and almost off again in one smooth movement, making us wail in unison as she paused at the tip. I could feel her juices running down my shaft and onto my balls. The next time she slid down with controlled ease, in one slow movement, pulling my hair as she hit the bottom. She held one hand around my throat and the other darted between her legs; I could hear it squelching as she used me like a toy.
‘Slap my ass Blakey—I’ve been a bad girl,’ she said, fixing me with her stare.
I didn’t believe in hitting girls, and the thought of it alarmed me. ‘I can’t…’ I said.
‘Fucking slap me!’ she snarled, working into a frenzy as the office chair creaked and groaned beneath us. Her hand was just a blur between her legs and I could feel her pussy tightening, slurping as it clamped around my rigid cock. I held onto the chair arms as she built to a scream, coming all over my balls in waves as her body jerked with contractions.
We lay there like lovers and I closed my eyes and relished the feel of her hot flesh, as she cloaked my entire being.
After a while she got up and stared at me, pulling the tie from around my neck ‘Why didn’t you do as I say?’
‘I didn’t… I don’t want to slap you,’ I said, moving forward to hold her again.
She pushed me back into the chair and held my hands behind my back.
‘What you doing?’
‘Administering some discipline, seeing as though you can’t.’
My cock slid between her warm tits as she moved, and I was happy to let her carry on, tying my hands behind my back. When she was finished she knelt before my twitching cock, sneering at my helplessness. I watched in horror as she licked the end of it. ‘Don’t… not when it’s… dirty.’
‘It’s only mine Blakey,’ she said, looking me in the eye as she licked it from top to bottom, tracing the bulging veins with her tongue. It tickled and I tried to move into her mouth.
She pulled my pants all the way down and knelt on them. My cock shuddered with torment, as she pursed her lips onto it and moved her head down, engulfing it in her hungry mouth; her lips forming a tight seal as her tongue smothered my nerve endings. I moved into her and hit the back of her throat, making her gag. I pulled away. ‘Are you ok?’ I said.
She chased it and gagged again, before swallowing the head of my cock and squeezing it in her throat. My body went limp as all my feeling concentrated in the ecstasy of her tight neck. When it came back out the ridge of her throat made me buck again, and I could barely stand being trapped in the chair. She smiled at me as I watched the strands of spittle dangle off the end. She sucked her thumb and savoured my helplessness.
‘Please,’ I whispered. ‘Finish me off—I can’t take it anymore…’
I stared to the ceiling as I felt her engulf me again, forcing me through her throat. I felt my balls lift as her wet thumb pressed against my asshole.
‘No!’ I begged, thinking I was about to be violated.
‘You’ve been a bad boy,’ she said, pushing the thumb up inside me.
I gasped as the discomfort turned to guilty pleasure, and she increased the speed of her neck, working at my cock like her life depended on it. I could feel it coming and I needed to hold on to something, but I couldn’t free them. I trembled as I felt it rise and rush through my whole body, building to a head: her thumb; my ass; her tits; my knees; her mouth; her throat; my cock. MY GOD! I shuddered on the chair like I was taking bullets. At first she tried to swallow the bursts, before giving up and letting them pulse into the air, sprinkling over her tits, as she lifted and licked them clean.
I was lying there spent and dazed when there was a flash. She was stood holding her camera phone and grinning.
‘What the fuck are you doing?’ I said, struggling to get free.
‘Don’t worry Blakey—I’m just getting a souvenir, in case I never get another detention.’
‘Come back! Don’t be showing anyone that photo!’ I shouted, toppling over with the chair.
‘I’m sure I won’t have to,’ she said, winking and swaying her ass on the way out. ‘See you tomorrow.’
Steaming the Keep (Part I)
by Cherise Kemps
Themes: historical erotic romance
“What’s wrong?” my mother asked my father as he closed the door behind him.
He had a grim look on his face and I immediately knew where he’d been. It was the monthly tax week and once again my father trekked to Lord Fendrel Forthwind’s castle. Times were tight and were only getting worse. Forthwind wasn’t helping either.
My family had always raised sheep, back to my great grandfather’s father. My mother had told me stories of our once glorious farm and how our lands once stretched out to the horizon, but with a few bad seasons and the mounting debt, Lord Forthwind had turned to seizing large plots of our land in lieu of taxes owed.
Now my father barely had enough land to raise a hundred sheep and could only afford to pay a handful of men and women to work the herd. Slowly our bountiful home turned into a cold, dark dungeon. The elaborate tapestries that once lined our dining hall were gone, hawked for a fraction of their worth. Gone was our best cart and most of our horses and oxen.
I had to claim some responsibility here, though I’m normally reluctant to say so. I’m an attractive young woman of 19 winters and there have been dukes and earls that have held me in their eyes. My family would have found good fortune had I married any of them. I just never felt that sweet, blissful spark in my heart whenever they had come calling.
My father, bless his heart, had even spent a month’s time travelling the countryside in search of a suitor, but none would have me. I guess they were looking for a woman that was a bit more refined than me. So what if I was a tom-boy? Regal dresses and fancy jewels weren’t my taste and I refused to buckle to my parent’s whims.
Where they saw an opportunity, I saw a life’s sentence. I know it’s my duty as a woman to ensure my family’s wealth by marrying a noble but I just don’t see it happening- ever. My father slipped off his grimy jerkin and dunked his face in the water barrel near the main entrance to our home. He looked at my mother with worry and sighed.
“That’s that,” he said.
I was busy rolling dough but eavesdropped from the kitchen.
“Forthwind said that he’s done waiting for me to pay off our debt,” he said as he slid into a rickety, old chair. My mother kissed him on top of the head and began massaging his shoulders.
“So what is it this time?” she asked.
“If I can’t come up with all of our past taxes, he’s going to take the farm.”
“What?” my mother said as she fought back the tears.
“By this time next month, you, me, and Arabella will be homeless.”
My father’s face suddenly became gaunt. I never noticed the lines of worry that webbed across his wrinkly face. Granted he was old, he looked much older than he was. Again, my fault. I went back to kneading the dough and tried to put the notion of not having a home out of my mind.
For the next month, we scrimped and saved and sold whatever we could but when Forthwind’s men came, we hadn’t enough money to satisfy even a quarter of the debt. To my surprise, Lord Forthwind came personally. I gathered he wanted to take survey of what little we had left before he stole it out from under us.
“Please!” my mother begged. Her eyes darted around our house, frantically searching for answers whenever she could find them.
“I think I’ve been patient enough,” he said.
“Wait!” my father injected.
Fendrel looked at him with an overly arched brow. My father turned away from our land’s Lord and scurried over to me. He took my hands in his and looked me deep in the eyes. I could see the panic and desperation clouding their once vibrant azure hue.
“’Bella,” he whis
pered, trying his best not to let his voice crack. “I’m sorry, but I have no choice.”
I nodded and followed him obediently. Now it was my turn to save my family. Me. And I was ready for it, hopefully.
“Here,” my father said as he fought back the tears. “Take my daughter, Arabella.”
Fendrel eyed my father dubiously and ignored my sobbing mother. His intensely emerald gaze shifted to me and I felt an intimate warmth wash over me. He drank in my curvaceous visage before finally smiling.
“And what dowry do you have, old man?” Fendrel asked. “You’re in debt to your eyes. You can’t possibly make it worth my while.”
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